Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Clubhouse 1997.
Mu Sihan stared at the unresponsive WeChat dialog box. Finally, he moved his fingers and typed out a symbol: ?
He wanted to ask that woman what she meant.
Clicked and sent.
A line of words popped up in the dialog box: The message has been sent, but was rejected by the other party.
? ? ?
Mu Sihan was usually busy at work and did not have many friends in WeChat. He could not fully understand what this function meant.
But from his expression, it was apparent he was not feeling that good.
Lan Yanzhi was in the room, rubbing the calf kicked by Mu Sihan. Suddenly there was a loud bang. The heavy door of the room was kicked open fiercely and nearly broke off at the hinges.
The people in the room jumped in shock and looked over at the doorway.
A tall figure was standing there, a shadow seemed to enshroud him in darkness and they couldn’t see him clearly. His handsome face that always had on a cold expression, now had a strong air of hostility.
“Lan Yanzhi, get out here.”
Lan Yanzhi went out of the room quickly.
…
The two men stood in the corridor, and Mu Sihan leaned back against the wall.
Lan Yanzhi helped the sombre-faced Young Master Mu light the cigar that was between his lips. Mu Sihan took a few puffs and blew out the pale white smoke.
“Fourth Brother, what’s happened to you tonight, you are way too young to be on menopause.” Although he had always had a foul temper, it had never flared up as much as it did tonight!
Mu Sihan narrowed his dark eyes and pursed his lips. His expression was like ice, cold and penetrating. “What does it mean when you send a message in WeChat but it is rejected by the other party?”
“Ah.” Lan Yanzhi murmured delicately.
He responded seriously, “Fourth Brother, my throat is a little uncomfortable, let me turn my head and cough first.”
Lan Yanzhi turned his head and could no longer hold back his laughter.
He was laughing so hard the muscles on his face were almost twitching, and he would have guffawed and choked to death if he had not felt the anger from the man behind him.
“Lan. Yan. Zhi!”
“Fourth Brother, I’ll tell it to you straight. You’ve been blocked,” Lan Yanzhi said, and before Mu Sihan could get kick him in the calf again, he bolted into the men’s restroom, locking the door behind him.
Bang! Mu Sihan smashed his phone on the floor, his expression a thunderous cloud.
So that’s how it was.
Good, very good!
Woman, you’re playing me for a fool?
He would let her get a taste of being played!
Before getting even with Nan Zhi, Mu Sihan went on a business trip.
A few days had passed before he returned to Ning City.
On the private tarmac, he descended from the plane in a long black overcoat, his tailored pants wrapped fittingly around his two long legs. The first three buttons of his navy blue shirt opened, showing his sexy collarbone, which accentuated his firm jawline.
He took off his sunglasses and threw it behind him towards his assistant, Wei Lin. His long legs strode deliberately towards the Lykan HyperSport sports car parked close by.
Yi Fan, the butler, was standing in front of the sports car. He opened the car door for Mu Sihan. Seeming to have thought of something, Mu Sihan asked before getting in the car, “Is the broken phone repaired yet?”
Yi Fan respectfully handed him the phone. “Young Master, it has been repaired.”
Mu Sihan took the phone and opened WeChat.
There was still no message.
His sexy thin scarlet lips tightened into a straight line as his eyes became dark and shadowed.
…
Nan Zhi woke up before dawn on the day for the second interview with the broadcasting station.
After washing up and changing her clothes, Xiaojie got up from the hospital bed and made a good luck gesture to Nan Zhi sleepily. “Pretty Zhizhi, I’ll wait for your good news.”
Nan Zhi kissed Xiaojie’s forehead and went out confidently.
But just as she reached the hospital entrance, a luxurious sports car was speeding towards her at a breakneck speed, like an arrow released from a bow.
Nan Zhi was so frightened that she stepped back and nearly fell backwards onto the ground.
